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[[underlined]] July 29 [[/underlined]] [[underlined]] Sunday [[/underlined]] .

Remained at Emerald Bay all day & explored the canyon above. Camped under big Pinus ponderosa on the shore & let the horses run in the little meadow. Photographed the falls and bay. Two falls just back of the bay are very pretty but only about 50 or 60 feet high. The canyon rises rapidly and the peaks & slopes are very abrupt around the bay and are rounded & smoothed by ice.
Mrs. Armstrong, the lovely, whitehaired old lady who owns & keeps Emerald Bay as a private property was extremely hospitable & pleasant to us, letting us camp & pasture our horses on her little flowergarden meadow. We visited Sailor Jack, a half crazy old fellow who has a house boat on the shore half way down the bay where he stays all the year, doing odd things + "studying" His main study is the "perfection of ease".